Urso, a rugged, masculine specimen, retreats to his private sanctum, a sun-drenched nook where he can indulge in his desires unrestrained. His calloused hands wrap around his substantial, veined cock, pumping it slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The scent of his musk fills the air as he works himself into a frenzy, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on the dance of his hand around his meaty shaft. With a final, powerful stroke, he coats the wooden floor with his hot, sticky seed.